The bit they didn’t tell you about self-isolation was just how lonely familiar spaces would become. For the last couple of months, my days have involved staring into the blank, off-white wall behind my monitors. There’s nothing special about it; it’s a standard, ordinary wall in an ordinary Sydney apartment.
And normally that would be OK, except I can’t leave. This is where my office is now. It’s where my partner and I work. I normally like being here. But as isolation continues, the space has begun to feel a little sad, a little lonely.
